Unlike expired daily newspaper scribes who mail in columns from the suburbs, here at the Phoenix we like to hit the block and report things. But even if we didn't want to leave the office - there's a whole lot of news popping right outside of our Brookline Ave offices (this classic In Living Color riff on Tracy Chapman comes to mind).
Though I never participated in full contact eating before this week’s Qdoba Burrito de Mayo showdown at Puma City, I’ve been a fan of such activities ever since I covered a sausage munching title bout in East Boston three years ago. In fact, considering how little I care about baseball, football, golf, hoops, and hockey, competitive eating might be my favorite sport beside Olympic karate.
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1 – My first surprise down at the Volvo Ocean Race village was that people are allowed to walk around with cocktails. Even though this should be no big deal – and I’ve seen similar arrangements in dozens of other cities – ours is a happy hour-free hub where it’s only legal to get massaged until 10pm – so I have to give Boston props for loosening up.
Full disclosure here: In case you haven't noticed, Puma has bought giant ads in the Phoenix for the past two weeks. Furthermore, I own several pairs of Pumas, and have romanced South Floridian women three times my age, who I believe they’re calling “pumas” these days. With that out of the way, I can commence with ethically informing you that I expect to be a drooling mess aboard Puma City for the next three weeks.